Glowing bulbs light the way
Talking trees surround
Cozy little homes
With families gathered 'round
Crunching snow beneath my feet
As I keep walking on
The moon is sinking fast
As the birds chirp to greet the dawn
I'm talking to myself
Trying to make amends
As I keep walking on
And the dark street winds and bends
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